The truth was I enjoyed my female persona.As I walked through the cities deserted streets I enjoyed the click ofmy heels, the swish of my skirt on my ...ylon clad legs, a mixture offeeling, the tight restriction of bra suspender belt and strapscontrasted wildly with the floaty blouse and skirt. The warmth of ascarf around my neck but the chill on my stocking-clad legs.It was getting dusk as I approached Lauren's house. I paused outside. Istill had a key so I could let myself in and explain my. It was Mom who was awake and, obviously not aware that I was also not sleeping, she was careful to make no sound as she crept quietly to the bathroom. I could see, in the dim light, that she was in a white nightie and not wearing a robe as was usual. When she flicked on the bathroom light as she entered, I got a good impression of her body which was clearly outlined through the light material of her bed-wear. I was almost instantly hard from what my vivid imagination was convinced that it had. ??????????? ?OhSonya ? your back. My god, what he?s done to your back.???????????? ?Not just my back,sister. There are marks like this all over me, front and back. This will remindme to be a good wife, he says. Now I hurt inside and out. But Dasha, there isnothing for me but to be a good wife, and pray to Our Lord that I won?t letSimeon down again.???????????? Sonya was sleeping now.Dasha watched her sighing and shifting in her sleep, her mouth slightly open,her lips seeming to shiver. Dark. He withdraws his hand, holding it in front of my face, his finger glistening with my arousal.“Open.”I open my lips for him to slip his finger inside my mouth. He raises his eyebrow, so I begin to suck tasting the unmistakable liquid of my own making. Swirling my tongue around the tip of his finger as I would his beautiful cock. I look deep into his eyes, and wink. He smiles, finally releases my other wrist before he grabs me, turns and slams me against the wall. Roughly now, he reaches around.